Young Wife For My Husband
Chapter 17 The Day of Marriage
Like a dream, Amelia sat next to Solehudin who was next to a beautiful woman wearing a white kebaya and a simple bun.
Soleh will say kabul ijab before the pak penghulu and wali marah as well as the witness of the local RT head of the territory where Siti Jyria lives.
It's really like a dream.
The atmosphere of wisdom quickly changed Amelia's destiny to become the oldest wife after marrying her own husband. Precisely after Soleh with one breath managed to mention the name of Siti Juria bint Bapak Ojan Sumpena became his young wife.
Mariana and Anta who were sitting behind him smiled in relief.
The shadow of Ojan's treasured possessions one by one they will enjoy the results after his eldest son married the only daughter of Ojan and Samsiah, the richest people in the village next door who have land in the form of rice fields and plantations with hectares. Who have a large workshop side business in the center of the small town where they live.
Their delusion has been high far drifting.
Unlike the delusion of Soleh who smiled at his heart because now his status is married to two women. One loved her with all his heart, another young woman, beautiful despite having given birth and had a child.
The shadow of a happy life loved and given abundant affection by two women seemed to be reflected in the corner of his eyes.
Ojan and Samsiah also smiled in relief.
Slowly people will forget the bitter events that befell Jyria, her daughter five years ago because now there has been someone to interfere with her. Although as a young wife, but the status is a legal wife because married in KUA and recorded officially as a married couple.
Amelia had strengthened her heart the day before the contract was carried out and upon her arrival in the hometown of the Husband so that not a single drop of tears fell from the fertilizer.
Amelia has taken steps. So he should also be able to accept the consequences.
The sound of tambang tambana made Amelia turn to the door of the Office of Religious Affairs.
A minibus decorated with ribbons and colorful flowers has just been parked bringing down several members of the marawisan neighborhood of the Syrian home.
Amelia.
"Mother?! Why are so many people outside? It's like the head of the youth from our village!" tanya Juria started to look uneasy.
Samsiah.
"They want to create an event for your wedding, Nduk!"
Amelia limp. Juria could only glance at her honey with a helpless look.
"It's okay. Want how else, anyway who prepared the event is a citizen. Not us. Since yesterday I have said, we are just a lecture after Ijab kabul. If it turns out that the public is enthusiastic about your marriage, then we're banning it?"
Amelia looked weak.
They have been picked up by a minibus car to immediately drive home to drive the newlywed couple.
Apparently, in the house of Juriah has been installed tents and chairs.
Apparently Ojan and Samsiah had violated the Syrian agreement with Amelia.
"Mbak, sorry...! I've tried my best to ban it,"
"Here you go.., the rice has become porridge!"
Amelia could only quietly pay attention to the busy Juriah family and relatives and local residents welcomed the happiness of the new couple.
There is certainly joy for all. But not with Amelia.
His existence between them was just like a faint even barely abstract invisible.
Mariana, Anta even Soleh was dissolved by an impromptu party that the Juriah family had prepared.
Various events such as knocking on the door, stepping on eggs and breaking jugs and pulling cowboys are also bribes, becoming mandatory rituals for the bride and groom before sitting in a chair.
There are even saweran everything that adds to the boisterous excitement of the boys who are crowded gathered there.
Amelia was just a spectator.
His lips were tightly clenched. His tongue is a mute, and his body is stiff.
Amelia just sat in one of the guest chairs without care for Mariana and Anta who looked so happy that she could freely laugh out loud.
What a painful sight for Amelia who tried to survive there in order to maintain the good name of herself and her husband Soleh.
Until Tito's sister-in-law, Lani's husband passed in front of Amelia while twirling the motorbike's keystring.
"Yes, Mommy?"
"Where's lani?"
"In the bathroom. Interra Cia wants a pup said."
"Tito, can you take Ma'am to Mom's house?" pinta Amelia began not to strongly linger in the hajat place.
Mariana poked Anta and they compactly watched her two daughters-in-law who were talking, then complained to Soleh who was sitting sweetly on the stage.
"Amel!" call Soleh.
Everyone looked in the eyes.
Amelia seemed nervous approaching her husband who looked very handsome with the King and Queen's clothes that day.
"Bang, my head is a little dizzy. I'm going home first to Mom's?" amel said in a soft voice.
Mariana approached and hugged Amelia.
"Go home first, Nduk! We understand that!" he said as he rubbed Amelia's cheek so that her daughter-in-law stared in disbelief. His attitude is like a dream. Apparently, there are many pairs of eyes that are looking at them.
"The mother was very kind. His wife wants to be combined. Surely her husband the Juriah was a mighty man," whispers of neighbors who were present at the wedding of Jyria and Solehuddin were heard here and there.
"Fortunate to you, Juria?"
"His old wife looks very patient, doesn't she?"
"That's her Mother-in-law to the same attention as her first daughter-in-law huh?!"
"A cool family. I envy their closeness to each other. Mr. Ojan is very lucky! I thought that Juriah would live a tormented life because she was only a second wife!"
"Ish, it's not! Young wives must be more dear to the husband of the same-in-law of course!"
"I'm koq kasian see his old wife? Koq can ya that early to attend her husband's wedding?"
"That means his religious knowledge is already in it. Her husband was probably a minimum-sustad religious expert who could conquer the hearts of two women at once. Tau himself khan, Juria what it looks like. She wouldn't want to marry a random man even if she was once an abused woman!"
The sounds were like needles piercing Amelia's eardrum.
It turns out that Mariana's mother is just imaging! It turns out that he is good for the sake of being viewed well by invited guests only. Hhh... Stupidly I trust them and also Juriah! But..., but this is also not entirely the fault of young wife Bang Soleh. He was the only child. His family must be waiting for this beautiful moment of marriage after years of sadness.
Soleh kissed Amelia's cheek in front of the Syrians and many people.
"Go home. Rest in my room, Mel!" he said while tidying up Amelia's veil that looks a little slanted.
"Mom! Thank you very much. Thank you," added Juria after Soleh let go of his embrace.
Juria clasped Amelia's fingers with a warm look. Amelia again felt that her concern for Juria was too much.
He and his life will be fine.
She did not have to worry too much because of her second husband's marriage. Instead Amelia must be grateful, her duty to serve and take care of Soleh is now lighter because there is Juriah.
Tito escorted Amelia to the Mariana Anta residence in the next village.
Along the way, Amelia is like a statue that just sits quietly enjoying the natural scenery around.
Until Tito who felt concerned and sad to say hello invited Amelia to speak.
"Mr Amel..."
"Yes?"
"What patience? Perhaps this has become the Way of the Wrestling of God."
"Yes." Yeah."
Only a word of it came out from Amelia's lips that looked cold and lonely.
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